|I'm Jolly Joe the Colleir's son,
Near Oldbury town I dwell.
I've courted lasses many a one
And loved them all right well.
I courted Nancy, and young Kate,
And buxom Nelly too!
But Rachel is the girl I adore
And that you soon shall know.
Come all you colliers in this row
When I rose up one morning
|I hid myself behind a shade
A distance from where they were.
He gave her kisses, one, two, three,
Not knowing I was there.
I boldly stepped up to them
Saying 'Rogue, what hast thou done?
I am Jolly Joe the Collier's son,
So you must fight or run.'
'Hold your hand, dear Joe,' she said,
This song is also found referring to Northumberland and was widely popular as a broadsheet ballad. Although not directly to do with the canals, the collieries of the Black Country produced a lot of the trade for the canal, and also, via mine drainage, a lot of its water.
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